[Action] Going Calling

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

Comments

[tallasaking]

"... Yes, that is what we are talking about, correct? You and this Biggby person are in love?" That was what he Thought they were talking about, at least.

[pneumo]

"We are???" As if Tyrion is somehow privy to the intricacies of his relationship with Bigby that he isn't. Clearly this means he needs to phone up the local love doctor (Leto) and pester him to no end. "I was just talking about petting him!"

He's a wolf, Tyrion. A giant, elephant-sized wolf.

[tallasaking]

"... All right, Sascha, you are going to have to clarify to me what petting means to you." For Tyrion feels they might just be on two different subjects, here.

[pneumo]

"Um...like, petting? Like you do to animals and stuff." Bigby would kick him out again if he said something like 'pet' as an example. The Fable is most certainly not one of those.

[tallasaking]

"...Ah." Now he was going to take a moment to consider that, and consider what he knew of Bigby. "So ... when he is ...a wolf he lets you pet him. Literally."

[pneumo]

"Yes? What did you think I meant...??"

[tallasaking]

"... Never you mind. You are too young for such things." Says the mortal to the vampire with a completely straight face.

[pneumo]

"I'm not that young..." So he says. Granted he's much older than he thinks or even wants to believe, but there's a difference between being thought of as a Newborn in vampire terms, and being thought of as young.

[tallasaking]

"You are if you don't know what petting is." Is Tyrion's firm reply, and he was going to keep Sascha in the dark about that. For once, let someone's innocence not be completely corrupted by a Lannister.

[pneumo]

That would definitely be a first, wow.

"It's not my fault I don't know a lot..." Not many people back home willing to teach a vampire anything other than how to get staked or set on fire and die. They are nooot popular. To say the very least.

[tallasaking]

Seriously. Lannisters were usually up for corrupting everyone in sight.

"Well, I shall teach you about it in due time when you are ready for such conversations." Was Tyrion's reply. A little emotional maturity and when Sascha finally asked about sex, that sort of thing.

[pneumo]

"--You will?? You don't mind?" Because he's been slowly filling in gaps of knowledge with Winn (though definitely not about sex) and he knows he can be a bit...trying in his ignorance. He's never had anyone to teach him anything--not a human, nor a vampiric Mentor. He was totally left out to hang on his own.

[tallasaking]

"Absolutely not. You need to be taught, and yes, it is not your fault ... but you will learn." Is Tyrion's firm response. At least, when he was ready to ask such questions.

[pneumo]

"Thanks...! Really! Most people haaate teaching me because I never went to school or anything. They think it's really annoying, hehe." Which means--yup. Tyrion gets a hug, even if Sascha has to kneel down to do it.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion arches an eyebrow at the hug -- and yes Sascha you get an awkward 'patpat' on the shoulder.

"Well, ignorance should be embraced as a learning opportunity. We'll see what we can do. Mind I am not up on all the modern parlance either .."

[pneumo]

The dream...the ever-coveted 'patpat.' Sascha couldn't look more thrilled when he pulls back, still kneeling.

"That's okay! I couldn't even read before they put the thing in my head here."

[tallasaking]

"... Really?" He arched both eyebrows, "I thought all modern people knew how to read."